Post by silverfur on Aug 19, 2007 17:46:58 GMT 1
Name:Silverfur
Gender: She-cat
Age:12 moons
Clan:ForestClan
Rank: Deputy
Description: she is white with a silversheen when washed right, ragged fur and yet soft and tough at the same time, long black claws, black nose, golden hazle eyes, big ears, finly shaped head, and a fearce love for her clan.
((look at this bio of my cat *winks*))
Name: Silverfur
Gender: she-cat
Age: 20 moon of age, young but wise.
Rank: deputy
Pelt Color: , white, silvery at night, but sorta has a blue shine to it.
Her fur is pure white like the new fallen snow that falls each leaf-bare, and is just as thick. But in the light of a high moon her fur shimmers of that of a StarClan warrior come to the forest, it silks and cascaded down her body like rain. her legs are long and strong for a fast runner and fighter, and her paws are large garentied a fine swimmer and climber. She is slender and well mustled and her nicly shaped head flows with the rest of her. Her tail, thicker then the rest of her fur, is long and strong. It has taked manny bites in alot of battles.
Eye Color: light amber making them look pure gold in color.
Apprentice: her apprentice is Lionpaw.
Mate: She has no mate for better reasons then she lets on.
Other:
Her claws are blacker then deadly night shade, and the nigth sky put togather, her nose is soft and small, and black thus it sticks out more with her silvery white pelt. Her ears are large and rounded up to a fine point, like her wiskers they to are strong and sensitive to the touch of sound, smell, or feel. AH but her voice! that is the true beauty of her, her soul forces the words out from her mouth and the sound is far silker then any cloud or silk leaf.
It makes almost every tom want her and every she-can evy her, its almost of that of a star it sounds so in freal and powerful yet in a calm icy way. that is what compleats her and creates her magesty.
History: Once a kittypet at birth she was left out when she was only a few days old, a black and brown old she-cat had found her and had broght her to a rogue and loner camp for obandined and thrown out cats, there she learned all she was tough, the brown and black she-cat who had found her's name was daisy,but she was not the one silverfur knew as mother, but a softer torquel-shell she-cat named matty, she had nursed her and cleaned off her dirty fur, and then she was known as cherry, but then she grew a conshince and renamed herself silver, and from there the name swept on as silverfur, she grew up with her soft family, they tought her cold calmness that was so frightning it seemed unreal, and how to act quickly and alwase be prepared without even knowing you are.
They tought her to love with all her heart and to let go when life moves on or leaves and when loved ones are lost or taken, she was not tought how to fight though, for her skills kn wisdome where enought, is was almost of a self conshice fighting sesions, she knew when one was about too attack before they could, she could see the ripped of there mustles bunch before the mounch and the scent of there hot breath as they gulped in air to thrust themselfs, and hear when claws uncheathed, she was deadly beond life, yet she did not know this, for she thought this was all natral.
But then one day something horrible happened that even her cold cruel move on ways could not even hold back yowls of terror and loss...Early in the morning when she was hnting for her little tribe she had come to know as Fire and Clan or Tribe but mostly known as just 'Fire' with her two friends and second in comand Shadow and Lion, both toms, there was a fire that struck the old house they lived in, and as there fresh-kill was dropped and there pounding hearts and paws pounded more into the dark firelit night twords there home, they saw everything happen so fast, and yet so slowly as if it where taking every life a cat could ever posese one by one every thousand moons, they each watched as the fire crackled then a loud BANG sounded as the roof of the human's old house colaps on top of there families and loves, taking there lifes instantly, the kits, the unborns, the young ones, the oldens, the kin, there everything was swept away from them in a tide of loss, and so after manny of days of fear loss and sadness they moved on, and vowed NEVER to go back, them travled for manny moons to find a forest, full of cats and clans.
They where taken into difforent clans, but at the same time it felt like all the clans, for even thought they each slept at eachother's sides they felt as if each clan was thre own, and so silver was named Silverfur, shadow, Shadowstorm, and lion was named Lionpaw but was soon named Lionheart in honer for a brave starclan warrior of the past, even though manny of the clan still feared her clam, the leader seems to trust within Silverfur more for her unushewil skill to feel so
much and yet nothing at all, the posision of deputy or leader never phased her or even crossed her mind, her owly thoughts where and still are to defend, protetct, serve, and charish her new clan forever untill she can fight, serve, protect, and love her clan from the honerable posisions of the StarClan clan withing the sky.
Personality: Silverfur is calm, resorceful, cruel, and cold, but tht is only on the ouside and to thoes who do not know or trust her, even some of her clan still does not know the inside. no matter where she is or what she is doing she can alwase be found with ears pirked up and her back strait,
her body almost never tence yet ready for anything, through her past life she had learned that a tence form is not the best form, but a relaxed form is best in a fight, her head and muzzle is alwase high but never, never in arriagnce or distaid of other no, it is just to show, not prove, her fearce loyalty to her clan, and for any judgement against it to me seen in her
cold calm eyes.
and thoes who see this do not open there mouth or sneer at her clan, she is an exelent teacher and had had to train lionheart on the long journy to there home, she hase understanding and athority, kindness but a fearcy claw for thoes who take the rules out of order for no good reason, and a quick tongue alwase seems to help her when trying to talk and understand her way out of things or to get others to understand. Silverfur is also quick to make a move, even thought in the past thoes quick thought without thought where a faital mistake she has come a long way to make better coises faster but with the will to choose right.
she is brave when she needs to be and sumbissive when it is absalutly nesasary. her will is strong and hard. and the vines of her soul can never be broken by simple things, and her whole heart and soul, body, and powers behind herself will alwase believe someone is looking out and watching to
alwase be there.
Other: she likes to stand on the tips of her claws sometimes to eather look taller, strengtheen her claws force of power, or just reach that one branch where that silly sittle squirrel is hiding in. Shadowstorm, Silverfur, and Lionheart are all difforent,
Silverfur is more like the leader, Shadowstorm is more like the deputy and Lionheart is like a silly little kit, Silverfur still thinks he should still be an apprentice. Shadowstorm is sweet and loving, kind like a caring elder, and is strong and thickly mustled, he is all pure black exept for a light grey patch on his chest and is slightly bigger then Silverfur. Lionheart is small and stalky, thin furred but mustled that bulde out making him heavy, bulky, and sortha looking like an over stuffed kitten who
had gotten into the fresh-kill pile diring the night, and can be VERY mouse-brained at times and
defient.
Gender: She-cat
Age:12 moons
Clan:ForestClan
Rank: Deputy
Description: she is white with a silversheen when washed right, ragged fur and yet soft and tough at the same time, long black claws, black nose, golden hazle eyes, big ears, finly shaped head, and a fearce love for her clan.
((look at this bio of my cat *winks*))
Name: Silverfur
Gender: she-cat
Age: 20 moon of age, young but wise.
Rank: deputy
Pelt Color: , white, silvery at night, but sorta has a blue shine to it.
Her fur is pure white like the new fallen snow that falls each leaf-bare, and is just as thick. But in the light of a high moon her fur shimmers of that of a StarClan warrior come to the forest, it silks and cascaded down her body like rain. her legs are long and strong for a fast runner and fighter, and her paws are large garentied a fine swimmer and climber. She is slender and well mustled and her nicly shaped head flows with the rest of her. Her tail, thicker then the rest of her fur, is long and strong. It has taked manny bites in alot of battles.
Eye Color: light amber making them look pure gold in color.
Apprentice: her apprentice is Lionpaw.
Mate: She has no mate for better reasons then she lets on.
Other:
Her claws are blacker then deadly night shade, and the nigth sky put togather, her nose is soft and small, and black thus it sticks out more with her silvery white pelt. Her ears are large and rounded up to a fine point, like her wiskers they to are strong and sensitive to the touch of sound, smell, or feel. AH but her voice! that is the true beauty of her, her soul forces the words out from her mouth and the sound is far silker then any cloud or silk leaf.
It makes almost every tom want her and every she-can evy her, its almost of that of a star it sounds so in freal and powerful yet in a calm icy way. that is what compleats her and creates her magesty.
History: Once a kittypet at birth she was left out when she was only a few days old, a black and brown old she-cat had found her and had broght her to a rogue and loner camp for obandined and thrown out cats, there she learned all she was tough, the brown and black she-cat who had found her's name was daisy,but she was not the one silverfur knew as mother, but a softer torquel-shell she-cat named matty, she had nursed her and cleaned off her dirty fur, and then she was known as cherry, but then she grew a conshince and renamed herself silver, and from there the name swept on as silverfur, she grew up with her soft family, they tought her cold calmness that was so frightning it seemed unreal, and how to act quickly and alwase be prepared without even knowing you are.
They tought her to love with all her heart and to let go when life moves on or leaves and when loved ones are lost or taken, she was not tought how to fight though, for her skills kn wisdome where enought, is was almost of a self conshice fighting sesions, she knew when one was about too attack before they could, she could see the ripped of there mustles bunch before the mounch and the scent of there hot breath as they gulped in air to thrust themselfs, and hear when claws uncheathed, she was deadly beond life, yet she did not know this, for she thought this was all natral.
But then one day something horrible happened that even her cold cruel move on ways could not even hold back yowls of terror and loss...Early in the morning when she was hnting for her little tribe she had come to know as Fire and Clan or Tribe but mostly known as just 'Fire' with her two friends and second in comand Shadow and Lion, both toms, there was a fire that struck the old house they lived in, and as there fresh-kill was dropped and there pounding hearts and paws pounded more into the dark firelit night twords there home, they saw everything happen so fast, and yet so slowly as if it where taking every life a cat could ever posese one by one every thousand moons, they each watched as the fire crackled then a loud BANG sounded as the roof of the human's old house colaps on top of there families and loves, taking there lifes instantly, the kits, the unborns, the young ones, the oldens, the kin, there everything was swept away from them in a tide of loss, and so after manny of days of fear loss and sadness they moved on, and vowed NEVER to go back, them travled for manny moons to find a forest, full of cats and clans.
They where taken into difforent clans, but at the same time it felt like all the clans, for even thought they each slept at eachother's sides they felt as if each clan was thre own, and so silver was named Silverfur, shadow, Shadowstorm, and lion was named Lionpaw but was soon named Lionheart in honer for a brave starclan warrior of the past, even though manny of the clan still feared her clam, the leader seems to trust within Silverfur more for her unushewil skill to feel so
much and yet nothing at all, the posision of deputy or leader never phased her or even crossed her mind, her owly thoughts where and still are to defend, protetct, serve, and charish her new clan forever untill she can fight, serve, protect, and love her clan from the honerable posisions of the StarClan clan withing the sky.
Personality: Silverfur is calm, resorceful, cruel, and cold, but tht is only on the ouside and to thoes who do not know or trust her, even some of her clan still does not know the inside. no matter where she is or what she is doing she can alwase be found with ears pirked up and her back strait,
her body almost never tence yet ready for anything, through her past life she had learned that a tence form is not the best form, but a relaxed form is best in a fight, her head and muzzle is alwase high but never, never in arriagnce or distaid of other no, it is just to show, not prove, her fearce loyalty to her clan, and for any judgement against it to me seen in her
cold calm eyes.
and thoes who see this do not open there mouth or sneer at her clan, she is an exelent teacher and had had to train lionheart on the long journy to there home, she hase understanding and athority, kindness but a fearcy claw for thoes who take the rules out of order for no good reason, and a quick tongue alwase seems to help her when trying to talk and understand her way out of things or to get others to understand. Silverfur is also quick to make a move, even thought in the past thoes quick thought without thought where a faital mistake she has come a long way to make better coises faster but with the will to choose right.
she is brave when she needs to be and sumbissive when it is absalutly nesasary. her will is strong and hard. and the vines of her soul can never be broken by simple things, and her whole heart and soul, body, and powers behind herself will alwase believe someone is looking out and watching to
alwase be there.
Other: she likes to stand on the tips of her claws sometimes to eather look taller, strengtheen her claws force of power, or just reach that one branch where that silly sittle squirrel is hiding in. Shadowstorm, Silverfur, and Lionheart are all difforent,
Silverfur is more like the leader, Shadowstorm is more like the deputy and Lionheart is like a silly little kit, Silverfur still thinks he should still be an apprentice. Shadowstorm is sweet and loving, kind like a caring elder, and is strong and thickly mustled, he is all pure black exept for a light grey patch on his chest and is slightly bigger then Silverfur. Lionheart is small and stalky, thin furred but mustled that bulde out making him heavy, bulky, and sortha looking like an over stuffed kitten who
had gotten into the fresh-kill pile diring the night, and can be VERY mouse-brained at times and
defient.